A visit to the hairdresser after some morning fun.

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11:30 AM of the next day.

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"So how do you want it, hon?" Asks the female hairdresser once I sit on the chair.

"Short." I say without hesitation. "I want these damn dreadlocks gone."

"I can comb them out if you want. Then you'll end up with a nice wide afro." She tells me while picking one lock between her fingers. "What do you say, big boy? Think your girlffriend will like that?"

"I think he'd look cute!" Meilyn exclaims, staring at us from the waiting chairs.

I shiver at the thought of it. Yeah, and what else? Should I also start wearing a green hoodie and tell everyone I'm from the Groove Street gang? Fucking hell, I've already had more than enough inner conflicts ever since I possessed the body of this black dude. And not to be racist, but Devon's African features are already prominent enough, with his flat nose of wide nostrils plus these big pudgy lips. So the last thing I want is for my borrowed face to end up looking even more stereotypical than it already is.
No, no, an afro is out of the question.

"Just grab the clipper and off with everything."

"...Uh... everything?" Asks the woman, visibly confused. "You mean, shaved to zero? Not even a buzzcut?"

"(sigh)... Just go with a number 4." Meilyn interjects, with a tone that reminds me of a tired mom apologizing for her kid's misbehaviour. "If he doesn't like it, then we can cut it further afterwards."

"S-Sure. Let's go with that." I say, accepting the obvious fact that there are 2 people in this room who know what they're talking about, and I'm definitely not one of them. It's not like a former bald man like myself can say much in these situations.

As the hairdresser starts working and both girls start chit-chatting, I shuffle uncomfortably on the chair.

"You okay, hon?" The woman asks, noticing my discomfort. "Do you want a pillow or something?"

"Ah, no! It's just..." I say with my eyes set on the mirror, where Devon's awkward face is gazing back at me. "...nevermind."

It really is surprising how, after all the dirty stuff I've been doing with this body, directly staring at my host's reflection still makes me uneasy. Is it shame? Or is it the usual awkwardness of an introvert like me when looking to a stranger's eyes?
Well, regardless of what it is and what Meilyn says; I still can't recognize this stranger, this black crook, as me. I still don't see Mark Terrell in the mirror, but Devon Williams. Devon was born in this body, grew up with it; he lived, played, ate, shat, pissed and fucked, all in this: his one and only body, which has all the marks of the 25 years he has spent living in this world.
And I have stolen that from him. His flesh, skin and bones are not 'his' anymore, but mine. He has lost any resemblance of control and is not even conscious, all while I keep moving and using his body however I please, totally violating this black guy's privacy on an hourly basis and making a fool of his most fundamental rights as a human being.

So it's really difficult for me to confront his reflection while knowing that. When I see his eyes locked into mine, it almost feels like he is awake, as if at any moment that reflection is going to open its mouth all by itself and say things like 'I know what you've done!' or 'Get out of me you fat bastard! Give my body back!'.

There is no doubt that if this dude was back in control and aware of what I've been doing, he'd chase me out and **** me. He already had a nasty-looking knife in his pockets when I possessed him, so who knows what other weapon this criminal might be keeping in his home.

It's scary when I think about it. But surprisingly enough, it also feels kinda... reassuring in a way? Knowing that my unwanted presence inside of him guarantees that Devon won't do any more harm fills me with a sense of justification.

I digest that thought as I keep staring at my host's dark face. Yes, in that regard, Meilyn was right. This body is better off if I'm the one controlling it. So why not make my stay as pleasant as possible?

Starting by getting rid of his awful haircut.

I comfortably lean back on the chair and allow the hairdresser to do her job. And I notice in surprise that, by now, most of my discomfort and uneasiness are gone, and that I'm now able to stare at Devon's reflection without frowning like before.

30 minutes later, I step out of the hair saloon with Meilyn right behind me.

"How long are you gonna keep on doing that?" She asks me with a smile while pointing at my head.

I've been obsessively touching my hair for the last 5 minutes. Ever since the hairdresser finished the job.

"S-Sorry, it's just... it's just that it feels so weird."

"Weird how?" Meilyn asks, staring at my new fade haircut.

"Raspy?" I say after a brief pause. "No, I think spongy is the correct word."

"Can I touch it?"

Her request catches me by surprise.

"S-Sure..." I say after a moment, leaning to the side so Meilyn can reach out and pat my head.

The gentle contact of her hand caressing the top of my head gives me shivers down my spine. Too bad it stops way sooner than what I would have liked.

"It does feel weird!" She exclaims in laughter. "It's the first time I've touched this kind of hair."

"But... didn't you have a black boyfriend before? I thought you'd already be familiar with black people's hair."

"Nah. That guy's hair was more curly, while yours is straight up kinky."

"Uh-huh." I nod, pretending to know what those words are. "Uh, by the way... why are you walking like that?" I ask her, changing the subject.

"Walking how...?" She asks back in a slow gentle voice that speaks of danger.

"Uhhh..." I think for a moment, searching for the correct words while unknowingly ignoring the warning in Meilyn's tone. "I mean, while leaning forward and wobbling your hips like-"

"Because it hurts, you big idiot!" She interrupts me angrily. "With emphasis on 'big'!"

"...What?" I ask, not quite understanding what she means.

"Honestly! Would it have hurt you to be a little gentler?" She continues with a passionate voice while grabbing her rear-end. "I lost count of how many times I begged you to go easy on me only for you to ram me like a bull!"

The girl glares at me while blushing intensely, and I finally start to understand what she's complaining about.

"Oh..." I mutter for a moment. Then it finally downs on me. "Ooooohhhh..."

"God, you're so slow." She says with a defeated sigh.

"S-Sorry! Uh-I... I'll be s-super gentle next time!"

"Yeah, sure." Meilyn says, puffing with her arms crossed. "And I'm a female koala."

"Y-You're way cuter than a koala." I say immediately, spouting the first nonsense that crosses my find, which I immediately regret. "Sorry..."

However, Meilyn surprises me with a bright laugh, which chimes like a bell in my surprised ears.
Why is she laughing all of a sudden? I thought she was angry.

"You really have no experience talking with women, do you?"

Instead of answering with words and risk screwing up again, I simply shake my head.

"Guess we'll have to remedy that then." She says, approaching me with a wide smile. "Now, my brave hero, could you be so kind as to land this princess a hand to aid her step?"

"S-Sure. Uh... do you want a piggyback?"

"I still have my pride, you know?" Meilyn says. "An arm will suffice."

As we walk down the streets, I can't help but feel a little sorry for Meilyn's lower end. To put it in blunt words: last night we fucked like rabbits. It was incredible, the best experience of my life by far.
The thing is that today, ever since we woke up early in the morning, we've been doing almost the same as last night. But dirtier, sloppier and even more chaotic. It was 7am when we woke up almost at the same time, completely naked and on top of each other, still covered by the sticky fluids from last night and everything that came before. I, for one, hadn't had a shower since before I went out to exercise.

And that's the state I was when Meilyn had pointed down at my erection (because of course Devon's body had to get a morning wood), then said something about it being her duty as my girlfriend to combat my morning wood with a 'morning job'. And before I knew what she was referring to, she'd lowered her head and swallowed the engorged tip of my dick while sucking like a vacuum cleaner.

I was in shock, and tried to tell her that it was dirty. But she didn't listen. If anything, she became even more enthusiastic while sucking and lapping the totality of Devon's massive cock, almost as if she enjoyed what she was doing just as much as I was.
That's when I came with **** all over her mouth and chest. But all Meilyn did in response was to clean me yet again, covering my throbbing black rod with a shiny layer of her own drool.

Of course, there is a limit for how much I can withstand while laying back and doing nothing, so I pulled her light body on top of mine and immediately inserted my oversized manhood into her gaping hole, which by now it could take as much as 2/3 of it. If Meilyn didn't care about hygiene, I wasn't the one to ruin our enjoyment. So I rammed her with all my commited might while ignoring the surprising ammount of hot semen from the night before still oozing out from the girl's vagina.

It was amazing, a dream morning by all accounts.
However, there was a problem: this body's libido.
Once the switch was flipped, it was incredibly hard to turn it back down. It didn't matter how much I fucked her, my engorged black gonads always wanted more. So I kept on it, in the shower, in the kitchen, in the hallways... Every time Meilyn had her guard lowered, I was there, right behind her, sneakily raising her skirt just to skewer her like a human kebab.

I'm actually surprised she put up with me through all of that, since she protested every time I 'attacked' her.
...However, now that I think about it, she also tended to give up almost immediately. So maybe, just maybe, her protests were just a façade and it turns out that Meilyn is a bigger pervert than I thought her to be?

All in all, I'm just surprised we managed to get anything done.

But here we are now, 4 hours later, completely clean and dressed and leisurely strolling down the streets like a happy couple.
Not to mention I'm sporting a brand new haircut, plus...

I take out my phone and look at the Pendant's App.

Actual Mana Reserves: 47%

It turns out that, in less than a day, the mana reserves of my magic pendant have been replenished almost by half. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw it. Is this because I've been wearing it while having sex? I mean, it didn't increase as much as it did when I was running, but it's still amazing nevertheless.

I wonder if I should use it straight away.
Or maybe I could tell Meilyn about its powers? Do I trust her enough for that?